Free Plight of the Highlander (The MacLomain Series: Next Generation Book 5) by Sky Purington Page A

The soft air warmed, lightening her limbs.
    “‘Tis good to hear,” he said softly.
    Torra had barely a second to guess at his intentions before he pushed up her skirts so that he could spread her thighs and kneel between her legs. And though she made to push him back, even she recognized that she put little effort into it. So when he wrapped his arm around her lower back and came flush against her, she had no one to blame but herself.
    “Now you have faced one fear might you face another.” Like Iosbail’s earlier, his words were really less a question and more of an order. He cupped the side of her neck, eyes more intense than she’d ever seen them, words whisper soft. “‘Tis time for your first real kiss, lass.”

Chapter Five
     
    Colin saw the fear flash in her eyes, but there was no turning back.
    He applauded Iosbail for urging Torra to drink the whiskey. Because whether or not his lass realized it, all her fears must be conquered if they had any chance at defeating Keir Hamilton. Not only that but she deserved to break free from all that repressed her, whiskey and its possible side effects apparently being amongst such.
    When Torra, frightened, started to shake her head, he stilled her with a gentle stroke of his finger on the back of her neck. “‘Tis just me, lass. If for some reason you cannae contain the dragon remember well that I have met her as I have met you and am not afraid.”
    “You fought the dragon, Colin.” Her eyes glazed with moisture as fear grew. “And trust me, I didnae throw half what I am capable of at you.”
    “Because you knew ‘twas me. Somewhere inside, you knew ,” he reminded, impassioned. “And that your kin were in that castle with me.” He stroked her cheek. “Now we both know that I saw you as a dragon once before that and you didnae hurt me. Torra, whether in this form or in the bonnie beast that lies within, you dinnae hurt those you love. You must ken that or all that you hope to achieve will be for naught.”
    After several blinks, her tongue snaked out and wet her lips. For all the strength he’d exercised since meeting her, that one small action snapped the last of his long kept restraint. Gods help him that he didn’t lose her over this, but he had no choice but to kiss her.
    Torra’s lips stiffened against his. Yet it didn’t matter in the least. He pressed his mouth against hers and felt a flood of relief in just that simple contact. Before Torra, he’d had many lasses and all had melted into his embrace. But he never had to try with them, never had to give it much thought.
    Now he did.
    However, thought soon faded as he simply enjoyed the taste and texture of her mouth against his. There was something startlingly arousing about the sweetness of her ever softening lips. When she stiffened again, he held on tight and continued his measured assault. Her body slowly began to relax. Colin nearly lost control when she angled her head slightly and her lips began to move against his.
    With a feather light flick, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips. Colin didn’t know what hit him when her body once more tensed but in direct contradiction to her actions, Torra’s lips opened and her tongue met his.
    While fire might be his element, he was wholly unprepared for the roaring flames that tore through his blood. His entire body started to shake as he tried to hold back. But Fate showed favor because she came to him at last. Her lips slanted and opened fully beneath his.
    An indescribable, heart-pounding hunger blasted through him and he swung his tongue into her mouth, for the first time tasting the perfection so long denied. Eager, wonderfully in sync, her tongue twirled around his then dove into his mouth. Heat burned between their lips. There was no way to know where she began and he ended the exchange was so thorough, so passionate.
    When she moaned into his mouth, the vibration nearly made him explode. Grabbing her arse with both hands,